Take these arms of mine, throw them awayThey're just souvenirs of some other dayTake these lips of mine, they're useless to meThey're just souvenirs of things that used to be

(Chorus)They're just souvenirs and who needs 'em nowThey're just bits and pieces of my yesterday, anyhowTake this old heart of mine, it's been beating too longIt's just a souvenir of something that went wrong

Take my yesterdays, the minutes, the hoursThey're just souvenirs, they'll fade like the flowersTake these eyes before I see her againThey're just souvenirs of things that might have been